"I Never Thought I'd Want My Mom to Love a Murderer Until I Met This Bloody Hunk."
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Two actresses we love steam it up in new films
Unreality packs Woody Allen's latest comedy, and that's not so bad
WikipediaAt Monday night's screening of Dirty Dancing, hosted by Jezebel for the New York Abortion Access Fund at Cinema Village, one attendee asked screenwriter Eleanor Bergstein to entertain the audience with what would have been some fan fiction. "I'm wondering if in your mind you have an ... More >>
The writer-director takes his suburban pathos and personal anxiety to the Sunshine State
Where can we get boob pads?
The first time you saw these commercials you may have even liked them, and gone away humming the tunes. But by the umpteenth repetition, you wanted to scream--and strangle the producer who made them. 5. Subway's relentless compaign to cover the city in crappy heros makes the racial stereotyping, ... More >>
Getting fired sux, but Jason Reitman says u will b OK l8r
Kimya Dawson comes home
Writer's cramp? No, a nonstop stream of diary during the Oscars telecast.
Fashion Week proves wearing, even to us model citizens
Backed by producer Paul Mezey, a group of like-minded filmmakers work outside of the indie machine
Familiar themes still flood the festival zone, but a couple of gems manage to shine through
The heroines of 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days don't get to play pregnancy indie-cute
From the seer, suckers: The nominees, plus trash talk about some non-nominees
On the precipitous rise of the cloying, maddening, occasionally devastating Kimya Dawson
Watching a career sore. And hearing amid the praise for Day-Lewis: 'Huston. We have a problem.'
Steel yourself for 2008 with a look back at the year's best scripts
Wynonna's backwoods backstory (and other therapy issues)
Teen pregnancy, hilarious and sweet, in the indie-licious Juno
Devout banter about a very different Bible class, plus sleuthing about Sleuth and ragging on Rita
The intimate pleasures and necessary detachments of Toronto 2007
Where old masters, drunk teenagers, and Asia Argento make the fest's first week a blast